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Bromin
Legacy Name: Bromin

The

Twilight Jollin
Owner:

Logan

Age: 14 years, 1 month, 1 week

Born: April 17th, 2010

Adopted: 14 years, 1 month, 1 week ago

Adopted: April 17th, 2010

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 11
Health: 11
HP: 11/11
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Brom Rhys

Full Name: Brom Eric Rhys
Age: 40
Heritage: He's not too sure. There's some Welsh and Irish in there.
Orientation: Straight
Lover(s): None
Occupation: None

Height: Six foot three
Build: Broad-shouldered and well-muscled
Hair: Messy, unkempt and dull ginger
Eyes: Brown - A muddy sort of shade
Complexion: Peachy (Human)/Charcoal (Anthro)
Other: He's incredibly gentle in nature despite his large stature. The whole right-hand side of his torso is covered in scars caused by burns. The skin is rough, like tree bark. He can't remember how he got them. He's had them since he was about twelve. He has a tattoo on his right arm and another on his left leg. Anthro form, his has a long, devil-like tail and large pointed ears. Both have markings on them - the ears, yellow and green stripes. The tail has yellow and green arrows.

Brom. Suave, sophisticated and very much the biggest gentleman you'll ever meet, he's probably what most would define as a the perfect ladie's man. But he's polite and calm and nearly always turns any interest away. He doesn't want companionship or romance. Would much rather wallow in his own self-loathing.
You see, he's simmering, beneath the surface. A calm exterior but underneath is a man of rage and hate, dangerous and merciless. Who wont hesitate to kill, maim, disfigure or even torture.

Born into a wealthy family, Brom has no need to work. His family has had money for many, many generations and the funds never seem to stop flowing. Each generation has someone who adds to the hoards of wealth, cleverly selected stocks now keep the wealth growing even through the dark days.
But he doesn't find a way to do the same. Instead, he happily spends it gambling, drinking and flying around the world. Searching for one person, the one person he loves the most. He's got contacts all over the world, most of them questionable.
People seemed to take a liking to him quite quickly. He's a genuinely nice man, but can seem quite distant and distracted. But its to be expexcted.
During his younger, angrier days, Brom served in the Army Rangers. An accomplished sniper, he only left after injuring his left leg. He still limps and has his old uniform stuffed in a box at the back of his dresser.
He's not a big speaker these days but if you get him into a good conversation he'll contribute with ease and enthusiasm. There are few topics that get him going but despite being more reserved than he used to be, he still has a knack for telling stories - after all, he has many to tell. He's only in his early thirties, past the peak of his youth and yet he feels as wise as someone who has lived to be seventy.

He had a lover once. A woman who he adored; someone for him to cherish, to protect, to love.
Fate separated them on numerous occasions. The last time he saw her, she was pregnant with his child.
He left their home, went wandering off into the town with the intention of buying a ring. On the way, he was bundled into the back of a van by masked and heavily tattooed men.
He wasn't seen, nor heard from for two and a half years.
Brom wont speak of what happened in those years. Nor will he happily talk about the woman he misses so very much. He has informants over the world, knows who to ask for information; he knows his child was stillborn, yet he cannot find any trace of his lover.
He's a little lost in this way, a confused and terribly sorrow-filled man who you'll find sitting at a bar with a soft smile on his face, but pain in his eyes, nursing a glass of something strong and rich.

"Ah, um, Mr. Rhys? I was wondering if I could borrow you for a moment?"
Sleepy eyed, Brom's head lifted from its resting place against the wall. He'd settled in the corner of the large expansive gym, arms folded across his chest and his legs stretched out in front of him. He had drifted off into a light doze after excusing himself mid-dance with a terrible headache and was honestly surprised that no one had awaken him before.
With a tight smile, he carefully clambers to his feet again, using the wall as a support until his legs are awake. "How can I help you Davis?"
The younger man who had awoken him stammers, hazel eyes darting about to look at anything and everything that wasn't Brom's face. "Aah, well we - uh, that's Melissa and I - were wondering if you could perhaps play your violin for us again? It...its really nice."
Had anyone else asked, Brom would have politely declined and stepped away. But he could never turn down a request from the stammering young man in front of him.
With an honest smile that softened his face and crinkled his eyes, Brom stepped out of the room for a brief moment before returning with his violin case in hand. Still wearing his scruffy, sweat-soaked work-out clothes, he looked rather unusual, preparing a beautiful antique violin but he was comfortable in the knowledge that no one in the room would look differently at him for his attire seeing as they were all similarly dressed.
He began with long, haunting notes that touched deep through the chest and straight into the heart. The occupants of the room had frozen momentarily at the heart-wrenching introduction but as soon as the speed picked up and the jovial tune of a traditional Scottish dance began to sound around the room. The people paired off quickly and all began to dance in fluid motions that had been drilled into their minds by the very man playing the beautiful tune.
All too caught up in the excitement and speed of the dance, no one noticed the fresh tears rolling down the face of the violinist, who despite the sorrow filling his heart, never once faltered in his playing.
Even the most beautiful of music from the few happy days of his childhood could not banish the pain that resides in his soul.

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